Hoo boy what a read!

Good for you on discovering your thang and owning it. Lotta kink-shaming out there.

Your piece has given me huge pause to think. Would I qualify as a cuckquean? Or was my sexuality always indicative of something else…?

I’m a middle aged trans woman and for a long period of my second marriage my wife and I enjoyed sex with others, primarily single men. This was long before I came out as trans so as her ‘husband’ I was a happy participant. I hesitate to describe myself as a cuckold however because I was always active, either directly, usually with my wife, or in somewhat directing the action. We never needed a man in our bed to assuage any inadequacy.

But thanks to your piece I have to wonder how much of that play was my using my wife as a proxy for my own unrealised femininity. I’m (so far) entirely gay since coming out but I’m more open than I ever was as a ‘man’ to experiencing sex with a guy. Or maybe I’ll be happy watching my next girlfriend getting serviced by a young stud. Ah the possibilities.

Thanks for a thought-provoking read.

Capricious by name, steadfast by nature. Trans femme dyke. Smutsmith. Provocateur. Witch. Poet. Slut. Idiot. Kicking names and taking ass.

Capricious by name, steadfast by nature. Trans femme dyke. Smutsmith. Provocateur. Witch. Poet. Slut. Idiot. Kicking names and taking ass.